Chapter 192

The next day.

When the morning mist had not yet dissipated, the long street was already crowded with people.

The white-haired old woman leaned on a bamboo staff, the child rode on his father's shoulders, the merchant in green clothes held paper flowers, the farm women held the last remaining white flour in their homes as offerings in their palms, and the peddlers put their goods on the side of the road.

People of all kinds gathered on the blue stone slabs.

"Old Niu, walk faster!"

The scholar urged his friend, crowded in the tide of people, "We are going to see Inspector Ming off for the last time..."

"You say, how could a good official like Inspector Ming suddenly pass away?"

Old Niu, who pushed through the crowd to the scholar's side, sighed and said gloomily, "Heaven has no eyes!"

"The notice says that the group of evil-doing bandits on Wangmu Palace Mountain sent assassins to assassinate Inspector Ming overnight!"

The scholar heard this, recalled the notice he saw three days ago, also sighed, and said angrily, "This public provocation has made Lord Chen Yan furious!"

At first, when he heard the news of Inspector Ming's death, the scholar didn't believe it, thinking someone was joking...

As a result, after confirming the notice posted by the Prefecture Yamen again and again, he couldn't help but believe it!

"Lord Chen Yan?"

Old Niu muttered and repeated, puzzled, "Could it be that Lord Chen Yan who was sent by the imperial court to our Jingzhou to suppress the bandits?"

"Who else could it be besides him?" The scholar asked back.

But just when he wanted to open his mouth to say something more, he only heard the person next to him shout:

"Look over there!"

Immediately, everyone looked in the same direction.

Plain white banners pierced through the thin mist, paper money fluttered like snow, and three hundred strong men carried a vermilion lacquer coffin, slowly walking from the distance.

"I heard that Lord Chen Yan is personally carrying the coffin for Inspector Ming!"

People around were discussing one after another.

When the vermilion lacquer coffin gradually approached, someone shouted decisively: "It is indeed Lord Chen Yan personally carrying the coffin for Inspector Ming!"

The scholar stared at the person walking at the very front, his pupils shrank suddenly, his voice trembled, and he said in surprise: "It's him?!"

"Lord Chen Yan is actually that young man from that day?!"

The distance of more than ten steps was enough for the scholar to see Chen Yan's face clearly.

It was exactly the kid from the wonton stall that day who was acting strangely, looking like his spirit wasn't quite normal, but was generous!

Who could have thought that he would be the famous Great Zhou Poetry Immortal?

"Old Li, do you still know Lord Chen Yan?" Old Niu was startled by the scholar's surprise and asked.

Old Niu's face was full of confusion...

Since when did his old friend have such wide connections?

"Know..."

The scholar exhaled a turbid breath, came back to his senses, and explained, "I had a brief encounter with him at the wonton stall a few days ago!"

"It's just that at that time, I didn't know he was Lord Chen Yan..."

After speaking, he shook his head regretfully, regretting not going up to make friends at the beginning.

"A good official like Inspector Ming, just went like this..."

"Sigh!"

"Heaven has no eyes!"

The merchant in green clothes who watched the coffin pass by wiped a tear secretly, sighed long, and felt emotional.

But he only heard someone behind him ask coldly: "Do you know how Inspector Ming died?"

That question instantly became the focus.

The scholar heard this, thought for a moment, and was the first to raise his doubts keenly: "Didn't the Prefecture Yamen say that it was that group of mountain bandits who rob and plunder, who held a grudge and assassinated the Inspector?"

"Could it be that there is another hidden story?"

"Yes." The person who asked gave a decisive response.

After a pause, he changed the subject and continued, "But that group of plague-ridden thieves used extremely vicious means!"

"Sneaking into the Prefecture Yamen, they tortured Inspector Ming to death with cruel means, and even dismembered Inspector Ming..."

"Even cutting off his head and taking it away!"

His tone was ups and downs, full of emotion, and he said it with such anger.

Especially the four words "cut off his head" were heavily emphasized.

And this person who revealed the inside story that was not posted on the notice was Zhong Rong, the Zhuque Guard Embroidered Attire Envoy in disguise.

"What?!"

"What did you say?!"

"Damn mountain bandits!"

"How dare they!"

"Damn it! I, Old Niu, will not stand with them!"

"Must avenge Inspector Ming!"

"Lord Chen Yan is here to suppress the bandits... Yes, Lord Chen Yan will definitely kill all the thieves and avenge Inspector Ming!"

There was far more than just Zhong Rong who was scattered to guide public opinion.

For a time, the crowd was excited, public opinion was ignited, and they began to denounce the Jinghong Society and look forward to Chen Yan...

When the coffin drove to the circular high platform that had been selected in advance, the people of Anding, who were crowded with heads, had already surrounded it.

"Please invite Chief Clerk Xiao to deliver the eulogy!" The master of ceremonies, who was also a Jingzhou official, said loudly.

Xiao Lin walked onto the high platform, wiped his tears, and read: "Alas! The sudden passing of the Lord is like a star sinking in the sky, the mountains and rivers lose their color, and all people grieve together."

"At this time, the banditry is not yet pacified, the Lord worked day and night to protect the borders and bring peace to the people, racking his brains."

"Who would have thought that the mountain bandits would be rampant, use treacherous schemes, and brazenly assassinate. The Lord fought to resist the enemy, and finally died in a pool of blood because he was outnumbered."

"The Lord's governance was clear. Encouraging agriculture and mulberry, lightening taxes, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, the granaries gradually became abundant; promoting education, respecting etiquette and righteousness, in the schools, the sound of reading was loud, and the literary style was flourishing."

"Judging lawsuits, he examined the autumn hair, making grievances extended, and justice manifested; protecting merchants, he spared no effort, keeping roads smooth, and trade prosperous. His heart of loving the people like his own children, the sun and moon can testify; his upright and incorruptible character, the high mountains are looked up to!"

"Woooooo!"

The sobbing sound like copper bells under the eaves spread from the crowd one after another.

After the eulogy process ended.

Chen Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, appeared on the high platform in a plain white long gown, carrying his simple version of a megaphone. His plain clothes were pulled by the wind, and he said loudly: "I, Chen Yan, stand here today with a heavy heart, standing in front of Inspector Ming's coffin, wanting to ask you a few questions, and then say a few words from my heart..."

"May I ask, in these years in Jingzhou, did Inspector Ming love the people like his own children?"

Chen Yan's voice, with the blessing of the simple megaphone, was almost transmitted to the ears of the people within tens of meters of the circular high platform.

"Yes!" Facing this soul-searching question, the people who heard it responded in unison without any hesitation.

"That year when Jingzhou had a great drought and the crops were wiped out, Inspector Ming withstood the pressure and, for the sake of the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, opened the granaries to distribute grain to relieve the disaster victims. Do you still remember?"

"Remember!" x

Chen Yan lowered his gaze, swept from left to right, and seeing that the groundwork was almost done and the emotions had been mobilized, he imitated the voice of Berlin and started a further performance:

"Then do you know how your benevolent official, Inspector Ming, Lord Ming, died?"

"Those Jinghong Society thieves on Wangmu Palace Mountain sent assassins to sneak into the Prefecture Yamen overnight and stabbed Inspector Ming thirty-eight times in a row!"

"Thirty-eight times!"

"His whole body was full of holes!"

"Do you know how painful Inspector Ming was before he died?"

"Finally, they cut off his head, letting this benevolent official who had worked hard to govern Jingzhou for more than ten years die without a whole corpse!"

"Die without a whole corpse!"

"Moreover, my spies also found out that the Jinghong Society is preparing to find someone with a similar face to impersonate Inspector Ming!"

The dagger was revealed.

Obviously, Chen was just wrapping this plate of dumplings for this bowl of vinegar...

Ming Shaoxia attempted to fake his death and "resurrect" at a suitable time later, using his prestige to stir up the Jingzhou situation, directly cutting off this possibility from the root!

Chen Yan became more and more excited as he spoke, pretending to be so angry that his chest rose and fell, and asked loudly: "I, Chen, ask you all here, the Jinghong Society is pushing their luck, can the bloody men of our Jingzhou swallow this breath?"

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The sound of the atmosphere almost responded with a thunderous roar.

"Then what should be done?" Chen Yan carried the simple megaphone and asked again.

"Blood debt paid with blood!"

"Blood debt paid with blood!"

"Blood debt paid with blood!"

Liu Yuanjing, who was on the side, witnessed this scene and thought to himself: "Brother Chen's words are set after set, it's truly inflammatory..."

"It stirred up public anger all at once!"

But what he didn't know was that Chen Yan only imitated five or six percent...

The truly inflammatory one was the man who shouted that a loaf of bread was 500,000 marks!

"That's right, it must be paid with blood!"

Chen Yan cleared his throat and said firmly: "I, Chen Yan, will personally lead the army tomorrow to level Wangmu Palace Mountain and wipe out the Jinghong Society to avenge Inspector Ming!"

Ming Shaoxia's funeral ended in the support of the people of Anding for Chen Yan.

You Xian came to Xiao Lin and Zu Ting, bowed and cupped his fists, and said: "Chief Clerk Xiao, Sima Zu, Lord Chen Yan invites you two to go and discuss the battle plan for tomorrow's expedition against the Jinghong Society!"

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PS: Time-travel classroom.

Simple megaphone production method.

Use wood to carve a shape similar to a trumpet, gradually becoming larger from the narrow mouth to the wide mouth. The narrow mouth part is used to be close to the sound source, and the wide mouth part helps the propagation and amplification of sound. You can use carving tools, such as carving knives, chisels, etc., to gradually carve the wood into shape, trying to make the internal space smooth to reduce sound reflection and loss.

Saw the bamboo into a suitable length, and then use tools to remove the bamboo joints at one end, making it an opening. Then, use tools to trim the edges of the bamboo smooth, and perform appropriate bending and shaping of the bamboo as needed to match the wide mouth part of the wooden body.

Connect the made wooden body and the bamboo trumpet mouth. You can apply animal glue at the interface, and then wrap it tightly with rope or hemp thread to ensure the connection is firm and prevent loosening during use.